From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 118 Dreaming

Hagrid has a lot of troubles, but the students have even more.

Because Hogwarts is about to have its annual end-of-school exams!
This also means that Ivy will soon be freed from the abyss of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But before Professor Victor voluntarily resigns from Hogwarts, he still has a little revenge to accomplish.

Through the Grimoire of Destruction, Ivy spent 2500 experience points to exchange for a 5th-level illusion spell, Dream.

This spell can shape the dream of a creature. As long as the target is on the same plane as the caster and the caster knows the target, the spell can be successfully released.

The so-called "knowing the target of the spell" is actually a rather crude term, which means that the caster does not even have to have actually seen the target's appearance in person, as long as he has heard of him.

After the dream spell is successfully released, the caster will enter a state of transmission. While in the state of transmission, the caster can still be aware of changes in the surrounding environment, but cannot take action unless he voluntarily ends the dream spell.

As long as the creature that is the target of the spell is asleep, the caster will appear in the target's dream and can talk to it during the duration of the spell. At the same time, the caster can also shape the environment in the dream, creating various landforms, objects, and other images. Therefore, this spell is also a cross-line-of-sight information transmission spell, which can achieve a more convenient effect than the 3rd-level short message spell.

After the dream spell ends, the target creature can recall the contents of the dream perfectly upon awakening. If the target is awake when the caster casts the dream spell, the caster learns of this and can choose to end the telepathic state (and the dream spell) or wait for the target to fall asleep and then appear in the target's dream.

The ability to transmit information through dreams and to shape the environment in dreams at will made the functionality of the dream spell extremely powerful. In this magical world where magic was not particularly developed, almost no one could resist the 5th-ring spell cast by Ivy.

Moreover, many people regard dreams as a revelation or a premonition. Being able to freely manipulate other people's dreams means that Ivy can implant an idea into that person's brain from a distance, or reinforce his idea through dreams.

If wizards in the HP world can block Legilimency intrusions through Occlumency while awake, then a spell that works directly on dreams would be a sure-fire way to kill them. With this spell, Ivy can play tricks on others as he pleases, without having to worry about anyone discovering him.

In addition to transmitting information through dreams, the dream spell can also allow the caster to turn into a hideous monster in the target's dream, causing the target to have nightmares all night long, which will make the target's rest completely in vain, equivalent to staying up all night. And when the target wakes up from the nightmare, he will also suffer certain mental damage.

This move is perfect for dealing with Voldemort, who is only a soul. Although Voldemort will not die because of the damage to his soul, such damage will still cause him pain. As long as he can torture Voldemort, Ivy's 5th-ring spell slot will not be used in vain.

So he did it immediately. The materials needed for the dream spell were a handful of sand, ink, and a feather pen made from a sleeping bird. The total value would never exceed one silver coin, so Ivy's expertise in casting spells without materials worked perfectly.

The state of telepathy was very magical, a bit like the legendary soul leaving the body. Although his body was still in the same place and he could sense everything around him, Ivy felt that his consciousness had left his body.

Following the spell model of dream communication, Ivy's thoughts drifted thousands of kilometers away.

It was a gloomy jungle, and Voldemort was rustling through the fallen leaves and branches. Even though it was already night, he had no intention of stopping. Rather, the moonless night was just right for a gutter rat like him.

Yes, Voldemort is now in the body of a rat, and has spent the past 11 years living in the Black Forest of Albania by shifting between various small animals.

Ivy discovered a new use for dream transmission. Even if the person he wanted to dream about was not asleep, he could use this spell to monitor his target to a certain extent.

The huge rat that Voldemort was leaning over had been crawling tirelessly all day. Perhaps it was time to rest.

Ivy saw Voldemort hiding in a pile of fallen leaves, resting his chin on his two short paws. He was going to rest.

Just as Ivy was about to wait for "Voldemort" to fall asleep before giving him a big gift, something strange happened.

A black shadow jumped out from the dead branches and leaves. It was a snake!

Judging from the patterns on its body, it should be a poisonous snake. After all, in Ivy's impression, non-venomous snakes rarely have such bright patterns.

"Voila" only uttered a brief squeak before the venomous snake gripped it tightly with its body. As the venom was injected, the tiny mouse quickly lost its ability to resist.

But Voldemort would not disappear because of the death of a rat, just as he would not die because Ivy killed Quirrell.

Ivy witnessed how Voldemort took over a life. From the moment the poor hunter swallowed his prey, his tragic fate was doomed. The black mist seeped out of the rat's body and slowly but surely invaded all the holes on the venomous snake. Even when the breeze blew through the forest, the black mist never dissipated.

But in a moment, the snake loosened its grip on the mouse and rolled on the ground in pain. No matter how hard it tried, no matter how much it twisted its body, it had no chance of escaping from Voldemort's hands.

Finally, a few scarlet lights shot out of the snake's eyes, and Ivy realized that Voldemort had succeeded and he had a new container.

The poisonous snake wandered in the woods, as if it was thinking, but in the end, it did not abandon its prey and swallowed the mouse into its stomach.

As a reptile, snakes will quickly enter a dormant state after eating, and Ivy knew that his chance was coming soon.

Sure enough, after completing the swallowing action, the venomous snake quickly climbed up a tree and took a nap between the branches.

……

Tom felt like he was back in Hogwarts, the place he once considered his home. He saw himself leading the Death Eaters in black robes to attack the ancient castle. The old wizard with a white beard was Dumbledore, who had defeated him many times, but Tom knew that this time the victory would belong to him.

Sure enough, the aged Dumbledore was no match for the reborn Tom. Within three moves, the greatest white wizard of this century fell to his knees, gasping weakly and begging for his forgiveness.

Tom heard a roar from a young man wearing round glasses. There was a scar on his forehead left by himself, which was the result of his shameful failure.

"Avada Kedavra!"

But Tom knew he would not fail a second time, that lucky boy could not survive his spell.

"Finally..." Tom closed his eyes, enjoying his own victory and the cheers of his Death Eaters. This was the victory of the Dark Lord, the victory of Voldemort!

When everything finally returned to silence, Tom opened his eyes again and gazed at his trophy - Hogwarts Castle.

A tall figure in a tattered cloak walked out of the castle gate, stepped over the Hogwarts teachers and students who had fallen to the ground, and came to Tom.

"Who dares to stop the Dark Lord?" Voldemort heard his subordinates ask.

"Tom." A hoarse voice came from under the black cloak, which made Tom feel a little terrified. "Don't you recognize me?"

"Who are you?" Tom shouted.

"Ah - you always want to escape from me, don't you?" The black cloak turned to Tom. There was no face under the cloak, only a mass of darkness. "But I always find a way to find you... You can't get rid of me, Tom."

"Death!" Tom heard his teeth chattering, and he almost subconsciously shot out a pale green spell.

The invincible killing curse struck the black cloak, but it only brought a burst of laughter: "You know! You know! Tom! You can never get rid of me!"

"No! I did it! I've done it! I conquered you!" Tom shouted hoarsely, but was horrified to see the black cloak pounce on him.

No pain…

Only darkness...

　Hey, it's a little late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)